Chapter 2 - The Stepmother Learns The Shocking Truth About Ownership
The brilliant crystal chandelier overhead seemed to cast a cold, unforgiving light across the polished marble floor of the grand mansion foyer.
Victoria stood frozen in her emerald-green gown, her face drained of all color as her husband’s words echoed through the spacious hall.
“What do you mean, you never signed the deed?” Victoria stammered, her voice cracking with sudden, unadulterated panic.
Richard Vance stood tall in his navy suit and silver tie, his expression as unyielding as granite as he stared down at her.
“I mean exactly what I said, Victoria,” Richard replied, his voice dropping an octave into a chilling, measured register.
“For the past five years, you’ve treated this estate like your personal kingdom, abusing everyone inside it while hiding behind my name.”
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Victoria’s eyes darted frantically toward the sweeping marble staircase where the American flag hung proudly beside the mahogany banister.
“You’re bluffing! My name is on the guest registry, the tax filings, and every single interior design magazine in Manhattan!” she shrieked.
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